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Monday, January 5, 2015

Exclusive Jenna's Consent excerpt!!

Newest edition of the Members Only Series!Jenna's Consent

Members Only, Book Six

Every night Jenna spends hours
preparing submissives for their Doms at The Library. She encourages them,
reassures them as they take a step into the forbidden and urges them never to
settle. But when it comes to her own journey, she’s spent years hiding, trapped
within the steel cage of her corsets. She can’t hide any longer.

Nick has wanted her since the moment
he laid eyes on her but she’s always told him no. Until now. She agrees to be
his submissive for a night but he wants more…much more. He unwittingly brings
in the one man Jenna never stopped loving and, on the cusp of everything’s he’s
ever wanted, he’s not the only one fighting for her heart.

Ian can’t forget her…his Jenna. He
walked away years ago, but not this time. This time he’ll settle for nothing
but her complete submission.

Three people unable to let go of the
past must learn that love—above all else—is worth fighting for.

She
struggled, thrashing as much as she could but he knew just how to pin her. How
to tease her with his scent, his rope, his voice. His hand rested on her hip
and she clenched her jaw to keep from moaning.

“I want to
talk to you.”

“Do you
get the impression I give a rat’s ass what you want?”

He brushed
his erection against her ass, trapping an extra length of rope between their
bodies. She panted for all she was worth fighting to get away, fighting to get
closer. Several layers of clothing still separated him from her but she could
feel the burn of his skin against hers.

A flash of
memory of the last time they were together scorched her mind. Him taking her,
owning her just as he did every second. He buried his hard length inside her.

It was
like that every time.

“Don’t
remember asking for your input.”

She
stopped struggling for a second, astounded he could be so cavalier with her
feelings after the way he left things. She opened her mouth to tell him where
he could go fuck himself and he shoved a ball-gag in her mouth.

“I hikjn
yaoindl…” She thought to snap her fingers. Their non-verbal safe word. The same
one they’d used for years. But she just…didn’t.

“Better.”

She
stomped her foot while he buckled the gag behind her head. Yeah she probably
resembled a two year old, but whatever.

She even
wanted to say she was aiming for his foot but that would have been a lie.

Dawning
possibilities exploded in her mind and she wasn’t going down so easily.

She moved
her head forward as far as she could to get it into the corner the two walls
made. She hoped he thought she just wanted away from the gag.

Fuck that.

Her head
snapped back fast, catching him in the jaw, or cheek, or somewhere hard with
the metal of the gag.

It dug
into her scalp for a second but his “dammit” was worth any kind of pain she
suffered at taking him by surprise.

A growl
tore through him.

He spun
her around and hauled her up and over his shoulder before she could utter a
single squeak.

He held
her thighs tight against him so she could do little more than wiggle.

The rest
of the rope dangled from her wrists and he quickly wrapped it around her
ankles, hog-tying her as if she were being hauled to slaughter.

She
blissed out in his rope so fast she didn’t want to fight.

Her
shoulders ached with the position of her arms and she wanted to hate the fact
that she remembered how much she loved neck rope. It was dangerous and sexy and
so decadently wicked she’d longed to feel like that again.

His
cologne, the feel of his hand resting possessively on her ass, the way he tied
her… Deft movements—even better and faster than they were years before—called
to her, sucking her down the rabbit hole.

When he
said he loved her.

She
struggled again, unwilling to make it easy for him. He had years of hurt to
make up for.

“We’ll be
getting better acquainted.”

Jenna
mumbled obscenities the whole time as he hauled her from the room. He whacked
her ass and she loved it, pissing her off even more.

“I’m awake,
right?” Chris asked the question behind Ian and Jenna would have laughed if she
could have around the gag.

Ian lugged
her up to her prep area, taking the stairs instead of the elevator. She hoped
it was because he needed to burn off steam.

“Ahhhat.”
He smacked her ass again and she swallowed another moan.

Ian let
himself in. To her room.

Of course
he knew the code.

Great.

Need a bit more on the kinky and naughty side before you sink your teeth into Jenna, Nick and Ian? I’ve gotcha covered!!

Jennifer Kacey is a writer, mother,
and business owner living with her family in Texas. She sings in the shower,
plays piano in her dreams, and has to have a different color of nail polish
every week. The best advice she’s ever been given? Find the real you and never
settle for anything less.